Tag:@ghcstflower (because you requested a maria X reader 2 centuries ago)
You were a bartender at a local pub near your home. It wasn’t the most ideal job, but you tolerated it. You needed the money, and this was the only choice that you had. Your father abandoned your sister and mother, leaving you as the sole breadwinner of the family. Your mother was too fragile and innocent to work anywhere, and you refused to allow your sister to do anything. She was too young to deal with men and the issues of job life. She was too young to deal with the stress. Your mother suggested that you work at a brothel, but you just shook your head at her.
No thank you.
“Excuse me, miss. You haven’t given me my drink yet, and I’ve been waiting for ten minutes.” A man said to you, snapping you out of your daydreaming. You apologized, grabbed a glass and beer, quickly pouring it. You handed him the glass, and he latched onto it, his fingers tight on yours. “What’s the rush?” He said, a smirk on his face. You frowned, trying to tug off. He resisted, holding even tighter.
“Okay, sir. You need to let me go before I call the manager.” You hissed, glaring at him.
“Why you gotta be like that?” He said, pouting his lips. You heard a clearing of a throat behind you, spotting your manager.
She wore her usual red dress, tight on her body in all the right places. Her hair was pinned to the side, and she wore her signature, dark red lipstick. She touched the man’s hand that was on yours, digging her nails into it. He groaned, now attempting to move his hand. She gave him a kind smile, not letting him go.
“How about you leave, sir? Seems like your time here is finished.”
“I’m sorry Maria, I didn’t mean-“
“And apologize to Miss Y/N, you’ve made her day much for difficult.” She said, gesturing towards you. The man turned to you, a pained look on his face.
“I’m sorry Miss Y/N.” Maria then let go, and he scrambled off the bar seat, running out the pub. Maria looked at you and laughed.
“These men, they think they could take advantage of a woman. How prude!” She touched your arm, and you could not help but feeling the warmth spread all over your body.
Maria offered you a job here after she saw you on the street in ripped clothing. She owned the pub, much to many men’s dismay. Her now-deceased husband left it for her in his will, but to her chagrin. Everyone heard about James Reynolds abusive nature towards his wife, seeing the bruises and cuts on her whenever she went out with him.
Now that she’s the sole owner of this place, everyone knows not to mess with her. Since it is the only bar for miles, they have to treat her with respect. And it’s also the fact that she has a musket displayed over her door.
But that was something else entirely.
You were immensely attracted to her. Her innocent smile, her mind but stern personality. She was everything you wanted and more. But she was a woman, and you were a woman. You would receive so much hatred and opposition from different men and women in your city. It was not acceptable or proper.
And you didn’t even know if she felt the same.
“Y/N, are you okay?”
“Uh, yes. Yes, I am.” You were pulled out of your daydreaming, and she looked at you with concern. “Just thinking, that’s all.” You have her a closed-lipped smile. She looked between your eyes and sighed.
“I’m fine, seriously. Can I just, take a break? I think I need some air.” She nodded, and you touched her hand, walking out the pub. You Sat on one of the nearby benches, taking deep breaths.
Why did you have to fall in love with your boss? Really Y/N, you can’t jeopardize your job.
You played with the hem of your dress, staring out into the dirt road.
But still, she’s amazing. Being around her is the best time of your day. When you see her smile, it brings butterflies to your stomach. Wait no, wasps. They’re buzzing like a mad man.
There were people walking in and out of the bar, barely noticing your presence.
Okay, you’re good. You’ll be good.
You turned back around, seeing Maria staring at you, her arms across her chest. You jumped up, smiling widely. “Oh, hey Maria! Why aren’t you inside?” She raised one delicate eyebrow, scanning your face. You cleared your throat, the air filling with awkward tension. “We should get inside, they might be destroying the place.”
“Are we going to pretend I didn’t hear any of that?” She said, a small grin pulling at her red lips. Your heart dropped.
Shit. You thought you were saying that in your head. You played with your fingers, looking at the ground.
“I’m so sorry, Maria. I didn’t mean to mess up our work relationship. I’m sorry-“ She walked up to you, putting one finger on your lips. You blushed, widening your eyes.
“You know, Y/N, you’re beautiful. But sometimes you just talk way too much.” She gave you a sideways grin. You were confused, her finger falling from your lips. “I like you, Y/N. Honestly, I was attracted to you when I first saw you on the street, but now that I have gotten to know you, I like you.”
“Really?” Was all you said. She nodded. “Oh, okay. Then-“
She pressed her lips against yours, and you widened your eyes, surprised. You placed your hands on the back of her head, pulling her closer to you. She smiled into your lips, biting the lower one. You heard coughing behind you, and let her go. Your friend, Laurens, was standing there, a smirk on his lips.
The two women had been drinking way to much that night, laughing and swapping stories about their respective brothels. However, with alcohol surging through their bodies, flirtation began. Subtle touches here and there, until Susan leaned over and placed her lips against Bella’s neck, causing the tiny assassin to crane it out to welcome the affections, capturing her bottom lip betwixt her teeth. Her hand slid up Susan’s leg, fingers gently massaging the flesh of the renowned whore’s thigh as a moan passed from her lips.
Swiveling her head to the side, Bella’s lips moved in to press against Susan’s, locking them together in a heated, booze induced kiss. Next thing you know, the two women were atop the table, hands and lips exploring the various parts of the other one.
So I had an idea a few months ago about a Klance Brothel AU and I wanted to share some headcannons with y’all:
Keith Kogane is a
prostitute in an illegal and unregulated brothel with exploitative conditions
Lance McClain is a cop
who pretends to be a prostitute
Everyone is aged up (from
25 to 35)
Lance is on a sting
operation to catch the owner and go along with the suspect’s actions to gather
evidence of the suspect’s criminal activity (exploitation of prostitution)
The operation is
supervised by detective Allura Altea backed up by her assistant Coran and her
team called “Voltron” (Hunk Garrett, Pigde Gunderson and Takashi Shirogane –
Lance meets Keith for the
first time after a few years right in the brothel
Keith is surprised to see
Lance McClain there. Is he a client? He can’t tell but he hope so
Lance is shocked. He
thought Keith just moved away to another state to start a new life or something
They went to the same police
accademy but Keith got kicked out for disciplinary issues and lack of
attendance even though he was one of the best students. Then he disappeared
They have been rivals but
it was kind of one-sided thing started by Lance. He wanted to be recognize as
an equal under Keith’s eyes
Actually Keith had a
crush on Lance
Keith: “What the fuck are
you doing here?!”
Lance: “Excuse me? What
the fuck are you doing here?!”
Lance tells him he just got
the job and from now on he’s an actual prostitute
Keith gets so mad at
Lance that he drags the guy in his room yelling he’s just made the worst choice of his life
Lance: “That’s none of
Keith: “You’re just
wasting your life, asshole”
And that’s how Keith realizes
he’s still pining after Lance
Lance thinks he can pull
some important information from Keith since he’s been in the brothel for years
and apparently he seems to be the owner’s favorite. He just need to get closer
to him and get his complete trust
They become friends at
some point and Keith trusts Lance enough to give him a lot of useful
information. Keith also tells Lance he’s the only one he can trust in that place. Lance feels awfully guilty
after Keith’s confession. After all he’s manipulating Keith filling his head with
lies. But he has to if he wants the operation to succeed
Keith is jealous of
Lance’s totally oblivious
They fight a lot because
of that but Lance just doesn’t get it
Keith is a mess
Lance is only focused on
his sting operation but then feelings kick him in the cojones
Keith is impulsive and
sick of Lance’s blindness so he kisses him
Lots of feelings
One day police raid on
the brothel and the owner gets arrested. All the prostitutes are escorted out
of the bulding. Keith is sickly worried since Lance is nowhere to be seen
Keith doesn’t want to
leave without Lance so he fights against the cops
He’s forcibly dragged by
the police out of the brothel. Lance is out there talking to a silver haired
woman who seems to be a cop
The woman is returning
Lance’s badge back giving him a pat on the shoulder. She seems to be very proud.
Keith’s head starts to spin
Keith: “What does this
Lance: “Keith…I can
Keith: “You fucking lied
A n g s t™
i’m sorry if I made any mistakes or whatever, English is not my first language plshavemercyonmeeeee
This may be useful for you. Also: tavern-owners, distillers, brewers, tavern-goers, lawmen, mercenaries, courtesans, etc. etc. etc. Have a list of the plants that can make alcohol in Sornieth.
Most of the items I have listed here are for use in wines, however,
Sornieth does have a few wheat-like plants that produce grain. Grain is
used to make stronger brews like vodka, whiskey, and rum. Wine and brandy need fermented fruit.
Please note that I am NOT an expert in malting in any way. Most of this has been gleaned from books, and as such is probably lacking in some areas. That being said, if you’d like to contact me about the malting process, I can link you to several good sources/share what I know.
FR plants you can make spirits out of:
Amaranth (a grain - used for stronger stuff like whiskey, gin, rum, and vodka)
Winter’s Delight (in my lore this is a rare, delicious wine harvested on the winter solstice)
The Red Flag Fleet under Ching Shih’s rule went undefeated, despite attempts by Qing dynasty officials, the Portuguese navy, and the East India Company to vanquish it. After three years of notoriety on the high seas, Ching Shih finally retired in 1810 by accepting an offer of amnesty from the Chinese government. Ching Shih died in 1844, at the ripe old age of 69.At the dawn of the 1800s, a former prostitute from a floating brothel in the city of Canton was wed to Cheng I, a fearsome pirate who operated in the South China Sea in the Qing dynasty. Though the name under which we now know her, Ching Shih, simply means “Cheng’s widow,” the legacy she left behind far exceeded that of her husband’s. Following his death, she succeeded him and commanded over 1,800 pirate ships, and an estimated 80,000 men.
Her husband, Ching I, was the formidable commander of the Red Flag Fleet of pirate ships. He married a 26-year-old Ching Shih in 1801. She quickly took to the pirate life and when Ching I died six years later, Ching Shih wasn’t going to let Ching I’s adopted son, Cheung Po Tsai take over. Cheung Po Tsai, however, was more than just Ching Shih’s adopted son –- the young man had also been Ching I’s lover.
tfw ur so pale and ugly that it looks like ghost adventures took selfies with a real ghost that’s been living in a moldy shower for 108 years (it’s on tonight lads i’m only on 2 little reenactment scenes but lads 9/8c )
Don Draper Mad Men childhood home by California to Chicago Via Flickr: Victorian Homes Carroll Ave LA This is the house used in the last episode of one of the season. When Don Draper takes his kids to see his Childhood home that was the brothel he grew up in. They used a lot of CGI to make this look run down and surrounded by old industry buildings in the scene.
do it kat. write that narukono time travel fix-it. drag us farther into hell.
*dumps this in front of you as a distraction/tribute*
Naruto is pretty sure he has a
It is absolutely, definitely not
on any of the many assorted women Jiraiya has dragged him to meet in the name of
information gathering, even though he’s sure they’re perfectly nice ladies. But
he’s seen Jiraiya disappear into their brothels a few too many times for
comfort, and even when the pervert tries to hint that he should take one of
them up on their offers to make him a man Naruto just plays dumb.
It’s kind of insulting that Jiraiya
always buys it. Naruto might think at things differently, but that doesn’t make
He’s also not a perv like Jiraiya,
so there’s that, too.
But, the last few times Jiraiya has
been otherwise occupied for the night—which usually means Naruto will actually
be left to his own devices for the next week or so, until Jiraiya has burned
through all of his cash and whatever he can bum off of Naruto—he’s ended up
talking to the same stranger. Never at the same place twice, but—randomly. By the
river washing clothes, or in the market buying dinner, or at a ramen stand that’s
almost as good as old man Teuchi’s,
or at the best camping spot along the road.
After the third time, Naruto thinks
about being suspicious. He and Jiraiya are hardly falling a set path, after
all, and to keep bumping into the same stranger—that probably means something. But—
But he’s nice.
It probably says a lot, that Naruto
is still so unused to people showing him any sort of kindness at all.
“You must have been training
pretty hard,” the man says, the first time they talk. He’s eyeing Naruto’s scorched,
battered clothes with something that might even be respect, and he meets Naruto’s
startled look with a smile as he tugs the blue scarf from around his neck.
“Uh, I try my best!” Naruto says,
offering him a smile in return even as he rubs the back of his head a bit
sheepishly. His clothes are in a pretty horrible state; Naruto isn’t sure he’s
going to be able to patch them enough to wear, though Jiraiya probably won’t notice
either way. He might even start campaigning for Naruto to switch to being a
girl again so they can travel that way. It’s not that Naruto minds being a girl, but he doesn’t want
to play eye-candy for his perv of a godfather. That’s just creepy.
“I could use some practice, if
you want to spar,” the man offers. He grins, and adds, “I’m Kono—uh. I’m Konomaru!”
Well, that was…suspicious. Naruto
eyes him for a second, but when he doesn’t sprout tentacles and fangs or start
monologuing, he figures the guy is probably okay. He’s not getting any weird
vibes off of him, at least, and Naruto even gets those off Jiraiya, as fond as
he is of the pervert.
“Nice to meet you!” he answers
cheerfully. “I’m Naruto!” Jiraiya’s drilled him on not offering a last name—or
his status as a jinchuuriki, but Naruto would hardly tell anyone that willingly under pain of death—while
they’re nominally laying low, so he doesn’t immediately announce his dream,
either. No need to connect all the pieces for him if this guy is an enemy.
But, when he glances up, there’s
no sign of villainous posturing about to start. Instead Konomaru is smiling,
gentle and almost fond as he looks at Naruto, and—
It’s really not a way anyone has ever looked at Naruto before. Not even Iruka
looks at him quite like that.
A little flustered, he ducks his
head, pulling his black t-shirt off and dumping it with the rest of his things
to be washed.
Konomaru promptly makes a noise
like he’s choking on his tongue.
“You okay?” Naruto asks
cautiously, watching him cough and turn red.
“Yep!” the man squeaks, in a
pitch way higher than any Naruto has heard since Kiba hit puberty. He fans his
red face with one hand, still coughing. “Sorry, uh, water. Went down the wrong way.”
Naruto’s fairly certain he wasn’t
drinking, but he just shrugs and goes back to his clothes, debating whether to
get his needle and thread first or just wash them. Probably better to see if
they can be salvaged at all first.
“Are you a ninja too, then?” he
asks, digging through his pack. He’s getting low on thread, but given how
ripped his jacket is from the last time he experimented with the Rasengan, it’s
not going to matter.
“I am!” Konomaru sounds a lot
cheerier. “I even made jounin at seventeen!”
He’s probably a bit over that
now, Naruto thinks. Nineteen, maybe? “That’s awesome,” he agrees, grinning up
at the man. “I’m going to make jounin soon too, believe it!”
“I’m absolutely sure you will,”
Konomaru says, giving him that smile again.
They never get that spar, since Jiraiya
ends up getting kicked out of town for propositioning the headman’s wife while
drunk, but they talk the next few times they run into each other. Each meeting
is a few weeks apart, in different villages, but it’s clear they’re both
traveling and Konomaru is delighted to see him every time.
It makes something warm twist in
Naruto’s stomach, and…it’s not the loud-bright pay attention to me that Naruto felt about Sakura. It’s a little
quieter, a little sharper, and sometimes when it’s dark he lies awake in his
bedroll and just…thinks about Konomaru.
It’s probably definitely a
“You know,” Konomaru says one
night as they’re setting up camp together, Jiraiya back in the town and water
for ramen waiting to be boiled. (It’s Konomaru’s favorite food too, and Naruto thinks
that just makes him even more awesome.) “You said you’re training with a
master, but…I haven’t seen him around.”
“He’s busy,” Naruto says, and
keeps it cheerful through long practice lying about things like that. It’s not precisely a lie, because Jiraiya is
busy, and he’s definitely doing important work, but—
Naruto just wishes that
sometimes their training was more than just being told what to do before Jiraiya
When he glances up, Konomaru is looking
away, scratching at his cheek with a slightly uncertain expression. He swallows
nervously, glancing at Naruto and then away again, and says abruptly, “My—my
name’s actually Konohamaru. Sarutobi Konohamaru.”
Naruto blinks. He takes in the
familiar blue scarf, the faint flush, the face stripped of its baby fat, and—
“Like—like my Konohamaru?” Naruto asks disbelievingly.
Konohamaru flushes further,
ducking down to hide the bottom of his face in his scarf. “I time-traveled to
save you,” he blurts. “And—and I’m going to help you save the world and then I’m
going to save you because—because you’re
Boss and you’re my rival and definitely have to make it to Hokage again so I
can beat you…” He trails off, his face as red as the Hokage’s robes, and makes
a noise of despair. “Oh gods, I screwed it up, that was supposed to sound cool and I totally failed, Boss, I’m so
sorry but you’re so cute like this!”
Naruto is still kind of stuck on
the time-travel and save the world parts.
And the cute part. Definitely that.
But that’s definitely Konohamaru,
loudly berating himself for being so uncool, and Naruto can’t help but laugh. Konohamaru
glances up at him warily, like he’s just waiting for Naruto to take off
running, but Naruto just offers him a smile.
“So where do we start?” he asks
Konohamaru’s face screws up like
he’s about to cry, jounin or not, and he throws himself across the space
between them to slam into Naruto’s chest, wrapping his arms around his waist
and wailing, “Boss is still definitely the coolest!”
There’s heat creeping up Naruto’s
cheeks, but he just swallows and ignores it, patting Konohamaru on the head. “Saving
the world?” he prompts.
Konohamaru brightens. “I have a
list!” he says proudly.
He does indeed have a list. And it
starts with tracking down another jinchuuriki and learning how to make friends with
Naruto definitely gets the
feeling that he’s not going to be bored again for a very long time.
(They leave Jiraiya a note. Naruto
almost feels bad for that. But definitely
not enough to change his mind.)